Adrian Quincy walked over, carrying a small black box, and stopped in front of the girl. "Just getting off work?"
"Uh, what are you doing here?"
The mont she asked, Claire Sinclair regretted it.
’This is the house he paid for. He can co whenever he wants. My question was pointless. It’s not like he was here to see , anyway.’
Adrian Quincy shoved the black box into her hands, then took out his keys to open the door. "Have you had dinner?"
"No. Have you?"
The man suddenly turned back to look at her, an inexplicable chill in the depths of his eyes.
Claire Sinclair’s heart trembled, and she couldn’t help but take a step back.
’This guy... his gaze is too fierce...’
"Eat on ti from now on." After that emotionless statent, the man pushed the door open and went inside.
Claire Sinclair froze for a mont, then followed him inside.
She saw Adrian Quincy change into slippers and walk straight into the kitchen without a word. It seed like he was going to look for sothing to eat.
Claire Sinclair called out to him, "Mr. Quincy, are you looking for sothing to eat?"
The man didn’t answer, quickly disappearing into the kitchen.
Claire Sinclair: ...
’What a rude guy!’
’Speaking of which, what’s in the black box he gave ?’
She tossed her backpack onto the sofa, placed the black box on the table, and stared at it for a mont before carefully opening it.
A tube of pink lipstick.
’It’s from the brand DD. My sister once gave one for my birthday...’
She snapped her head up to look at the kitchen doorway. ’He gave lipstick. What does that even an?’
In that mont, countless thoughts raced through Claire Sinclair’s mind, but none of them made any sense.
’So strange...’
She put the lipstick back in its box. She wanted to go check on the kitchen, but she was simply too exhausted. After sitting down, she had no desire to get back up. In fact, she just wanted to lie down and go to sleep.
’Forget it. I need to sleep for a bit, even if the sky falls down...’
The girl lay down on her side on the sofa and was out in a second.
A short while later, Adrian Quincy ca out of the kitchen carrying a pot of noodles.
He was about to call her to eat, but when he saw her lying motionless on the sofa, his heart lurched violently. He put the noodles down and strode to the girl’s side.
"Claire?" he called out tentatively, but the girl didn’t react.
Adrian Quincy placed his large hand on her forehead. Thankfully, she didn’t have a fever. ’She must just be exhausted.’
His gaze slowly fell upon her face. He hadn’t looked closely earlier, but now, seeing her from this close, he realized her face had gotten thinner.
’It’s obvious she hasn’t been doing well recently.’
’Stupid woman. I thought she at least had the basic ability to take care of herself. I overestimated her.’
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